The Daily bulletin. [volume] (Honolulu [Hawaii]) 1882-1895, 1887-11-05
A PAUPER'S DYING REQUEST.

An amusing and yet pathetic in
cident in what the poet Gray called
the short and simple annals Of
the poor" is told by Mr.. John j. r.
Micklejohn, one of the Inspectors
of the Poor, at Sherwick, Shetland
Islands. He says that some time
ago an old woman, named Barbara
Smith, came under the notice of the
Board. She was extremely i'll, and
it did not look likely that she would
long need care of any kind. She
did not reside on the main land, but
on small island few miles distant,
and there being no parochial institu-
tons in that place, Barbara neces-
sarily occupied the position of a
pauper living out. The trouble
from which she suffered dated back
many years. In better and more
prosperous days she had in some
way laid the foundation for Chronic
Indigestion and Dyspepsia, and out
of this had sprung other complaints
as age and bodily inirmities crept
apace upon her.
Barbara was not ignorant, albeit
she had fallen into poverty. In ear
lier life she somehow obtained the
advantage of fair education, and
this, added to native shrewdness,
enabled her to use good judgment in
respect to her own situation and
state of health. Although she had
long suffered from asthma and a
bronchial affection, Barbara was
wise enough to see that these all
ments arose from the disordered
stomach and. digestion, and that if
the main trouble could be cured the
others would soon leave her. 1t is
probable that her disease began as
others do, with the usual symptoms
headaches, bad breath, the rising of
sour fluids in the throat, oppression
and falntness at the pit of the stom-
ach, loss of sleep, coated tongue,
dull eyes, bad taste in the mouth,
&C., and finally became chronic and
hopeless through her not being able
to find any remedy. The Inspector
states that she had been under med
ical treatment for years, but to no
effect. In this strait she one day
made the following touching appeal
to the Inspector: II have been
swallowing medicines for months.
They do me no good. l am going |
on from worse to worse. | can en-
dure it no longer. feel that in
week or two l shall be dead. There
is one last request l would make of
YOU: give me a bottle of Mother
Seigel's Curative Syrup; it is my
only hope. If it proves failure
and does me no good l will die in
peace, and make no more expense
to the parish"
1t seems she had got hold of one
of Mother Seigels Almanacks and
read of the great cures wrought by
the Syrup in cases like hers.
The Board pitied the poor lone
woman and granted her petition, be-
lieving, however, the syrup would
prove as useless as the other medi-
cines she had already taken. What
was their establishment to find, in the
course of few days, that she had
not only been able to get out Of bed,
but to move about outside the house,
and had taken journeys to consid-
cradle distance, and was actually en-
joying better health than since she
was first taken ill. The asthma and
which were no more than
symptoms of her true disease (indi-
gestion and dyspepsia), rapidly
and it now seems that Bar
para will soon be as hale and hearty
rs the Inspector himself, and be one
If the hosts of living witnesses to
he power of Mother SeigePs Syrup
o save the thousands who were just
eady to perish.
Mother Seigel's Curative Syrup is
or sale by all chemists and medi-
line vendors, and by the proprie-
ors, A. j. White, Limited, 50 Far
inuf5on Road. London, E. G.